"Yes, it is said that this guy also found Cao Qianjin, who was at ease in Yangzhou. As for whether he got Cao Qianjin's new work, this little brother can't know. ”

"What can I do?" Cardamom Niang's hand was hidden in front of the bulging white and greasy breast, trembling and slightly charming, the scene was tempting, and her beautiful face was full of panic. "If Gongzi Cao makes a move, don't say it's our Lanting, it's the entire Jiangnan, how many people are there to beat?"

"Who is this Cao Qianjin?" Duan Shaojun asked the Qingli woman beside him in a confused voice.

"Cao Qianjin is one of the four most famous talents in Jiangnan." Qingli's words made Duan Shaojun almost fall headlong in the wine cup in front of him, and there were 10,000 grass and mud horses in his heart, walking in a neat formation. Nima, one of the four great talents in Jiangnan? There are also in this plane.

Zhao Hengmei nodded and interjected: "Brother Xian doesn't know, Cao Qianjin's real name is Cao Zhongde, and his talent was known as Jiangdong at the age of sixteen, and his poems are regarded as treasured by the leaders of the flowers, and he is more willing to recommend himself as a pillow and get one of his works." There are more elegant people who are willing to buy each other with thousands of gold. Therefore, the name of Cao Qianjin spread all over the south of the Yangtze River. Even the current prince also praised his poetry for being gentle and earnest...... He once wanted to edict him to be a servant, but he was refused, and it is said that the reason is that he lives in the temple, not in the pavilion, and he is free to live in the red and green. ”

Duan Shaojun couldn't help but be a little leisurely fascinated, lingering in the Qinglou, and was recommended by the oiran to be a pillow seat, worthy of being a romantic figure. The word "thousand gold buying" is naturally an imaginary number, one gold is one or two silver, and it can't be called Cao Qianliang according to the truth, right? It's too ugly, and the ancients liked to exaggerate the style, so they made a good name for Cao Qianjin, but since it's only a thousand taels, it's also a big deal, think about the stingy old thief Bald Mengfu gave himself a few taels of silver, and followed the beast brother in the casino for a while, but only earned twenty or thirty taels.

How can you be satisfied with being a little rich? What's more, as a dignified man, even if he can't find a marquis right away, at least he has to have a group of beautiful women and grandchildren to leave a name in history, so that he can live up to his own experience.

"His grandmother's, if it's really Cao Qianjin's shot, what else do our brothers have to sing?" Hu Jingfei couldn't help frowning and shouted. "Liu Changqing, that kid, you still can't ride on our brother's head to pee?"

"How dare he?!" Brother Beast glared. "Just that guy who blows down when the wind blows, Lao Tzu can pinch him fine with two fingers."

"Eldest prince, I don't know if you have a familiar talent, if there is a masterpiece, we Yixiang Pavilion are willing to buy it with a lot of money." Qi Niang, who had just gone around and walked to the front again, approached and gritted her teeth. "Although I don't dare to say that I want to buy it for a thousand dollars, the slave family also has to compete for this Yixiang Pavilion and the support of several sons."

Don't look at Qi Niang is nearly fifty years old, she is old and yellow, but these words are said coldly, and she is very responsible, I am afraid that even ordinary men will not be able to make such a decision.

The young son of the cloth merchant next to him looked at Qi Niang with admiration, and his eyes were full of admiration, so that Duan Shaojun almost squirted out the wine that had fallen into his stomach.

It's a pity, brother and brother beasts, you look at me, I look at you, all of them are embarrassed. Brother Beast scratched the weedy beard on his face. "It's not that my brothers are unwilling, it's just that our brothers are all men who copy knives and play with their lives, although Hu Jingfei is a scholar, he also knows a few poor people, but those guys are mostly pretentious and low-handed, how can they be compared with the famous Cao Qianjin in the south of the Yangtze River?"

Hu Jingfei nodded quite approvingly, looking quite approving, and also felt that his talent as a fox friend who only knew that he was moaning without illness was not the opponent of the famous Cao Qianjin in the south of the Yangtze River.

Is the word worth a thousand dollars? Then there are not five or six hundred poems in my stomach that have been famous for thousands of years, but there must be three or four hundred, according to this calculation, wouldn't my son become a billionaire? Duan Shaojun secretly calculated.

Seeing these three backstage sons like this, Qi Niang sighed gloomily and said with a forced smile. "It doesn't matter, if the little girl goes to someone to look for it today, even if it is not as good as his Cao Qianjin, it can't be too bad, otherwise, if she loses this while. Not to mention that Yixiang Pavilion was stepped on by that group of Fang Xuan, and it would also fall on the faces of several sons. ”

Qi Niang retreated, and there was some silence at the banquet. At this time, on the platform, they have already begun to appear, and seven women have appeared in a row, just like Chunlan and Qiuju, each with its own brilliance, or charming and moving, or beautiful and lovely, or dressed gracefully, or dressed as a pretty man, or dressed as a monk or nun, in short, each has its own merits.

Although it is not as naked as the thighs and thin waists of later generations, in this way, it has a unique style. or dancing or singing, or playing the piano and making Xiao, and finally the woman dressed as a female Taoist priest, wrapped in white yarn and covered her face through the veil, and the woman in hexagram clothes is the most prominent. Fang came out, raised his light sleeves, and showed a pair of Qiushui short swords about a foot and a half long, and stood on one foot and turned around, and he was greeted with full applause.

"Miss Su Su is out, come on Su Su!" Brother Beast ignored the nearby audience, and raised his big fist in a big way, and Su Shu, who was dressed in a Taoist robe, glanced at this side, bowed his head slightly, and his double swords began to swing slowly.

With a pipa played, but seeing this woman carrying a two-sleeved short sword, dancing in the air, the sword is like autumn water, facing the lamp, complicated like a star, the pipa is ringing, and the sword light intersects, and the sound of applause and applause is endless. It was Zhao Hengmei, who was born in the martial arts family, and Brother Beast was also almost slapped.

Hu Jingfei shook his head vigorously, as if he wanted to recite poetry to describe the current scene, but unfortunately there was no ink in his stomach except ****, so he could only babble.

But seeing that Su Su girl's sword dance was light and strong, her hands danced the Qiushui sword and stirred up dazzling streamers under the lights. The sandalwood mouth spat lightly, and the warbler was accompanied by the sound of the pipa. A sword dance poem followed, but the poetry was lingering and gentle, like a disease-free moan. It's really not worthy of this Su Su's impassioned sword dance even though she is a daughter.

"Jade Linglong Zhao Qiu'er is not outstanding, only Su Su's appearance today is really eye-catching, but it is a pity that the sword dance is smart and generous, but it is a pity that it is a pity." Not far away, a middle-aged man shook his head and commented, but this remark won a lot of echoes.

"I said Brother Zhao Xian, you have been in Yangzhou for a long time, could it be that you don't even have a familiar lyricist?" After Hu Jingfei was white, he asked Zhao Hengmei.

"Yes, yes, but how can I make a move with this Cao Qianjin, alas, when others hear Cao Qianjin, although they have the heart to compete and think, they are all twisting and pinching, for fear that the things they take out will be compared with Cao Qianjin, and they will make people laugh in vain." Zhao Hengmei sighed.

"So what can I do? Our brothers have made a bet with Liu Changqing's turtle grandson, on both sides of us, if anyone loses the head of this Lanting Oiran, but see each other in the future, the loser needs to salute first, and then take the initiative to retreat, and must not set foot in Yangzhou half a step. Hu Jingfei said with a bitter face. This Liu Changqing is really not a thing, he actually resorted to such a means to ask Cao Qianjin to make a move. ”

"No matter what, our brothers can't just watch them lose, right?" Brother Beast's big palm landed on the desk, and his thick eyebrows were tightly closed.

"Duan hasn't known the name of the lady yet, I don't know if I can tell her?" Duan Shaojun's hand was slightly raised, and it landed lightly on the buttocks of the beautiful woman kneeling beside him, his hand was slippery and elastic, but he didn't want this woman who looked clean to have a really rich foundation.

Seeing that this handsome gentleman finally paid attention to himself, and felt the heat of the big hand on his buttocks, Qingli Niangzi's heart was crisp, and her eyes seemed to be soaked in a trace of flattery. "Childe calls the little girl Yerong."

"Night Rong, the night moon shines on Hibiscus, it's really a good name. Yerong little lady, this Cao Qianjin actually has such a name, I don't know what masterpieces he has, so that the world praises him so much? Duan Shaojun narrowed his eyes and asked in a low voice. His eyes were originally divine, but after squinting, he could clearly see that the tails of his eyes were slightly curved and upturned, and his eyes were hazy and a little deep, which made people drunk.

Looking at Duan Shaojun, the nightingale lightly opened her lips and recited softly in her soft voice: "Cao Qianjin's most well-known song is the song "Butterfly Loves Flowers and Spring Dawn on Su Causeway". The willow tip is small and the moon is small, and the begonia branch is still a songbird. When the jade people first slept in the blue tent, they asked the front of the building, how many ...... were opened"